Beware of the philosophical tirade that's about to follow!
There’s a reason why I sound so high on life most of the time. 😆
Not that it would matter, but I would still like to share something very personal with all of you.
I was a very grumpy, unhappy, anxious and a moody kid. Like other kids of my age, I had issues and would complain about each and everything in life.
There were certain circumstances which made me grow up really fast in my family to put up with responsibilities. I did it, but was grossly overwrought as a teenager.
I was that student who everybody loathed because I would be so unhappy about life.🤪
Something happened later during my teenage years that changed my perception forever.
I am severely asthmatic. And, not going into the details that led to it, I had a near-death experience in my life due to lack of oxygen.
That’s a different story that my husband(best friend) resuscitated me from death during an unprecedented asthmatic attack. I was marooned in the middle of a highway without oxygen or medical support with my pulse count dropping to a negligible limit, and the last thing I remember was severe pain in my chest and passing away. When I woke up groggy-eyed lying on a wet cot at a Dhaba, I saw someone breathing my mouth, trying to perform CPR and howling!
My then best friend, and later my husband heaved a huge sigh of relief to see me gasping!
All our friends were crying too. I was still wondering why everyone was crying so badly.
Everyone told me that they thought I was dead as I had stopped breathing and was lying like a corpse.
The ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital. I was under medication for a long period of time, and then after discharge I was lying on my bed looking at my ceiling fan for continuously three days.
Only few memories from my near death experience was that of a faint bright light when I came back.
But, as I was recuperating and pondering about my whole life, I just kept on replaying the the sequence of events that led to me to almost dying that day. I questioned myself several times, “what if I had died that day?”
The only answer I got for myself was that my parents my friends would mourn me for sometime, and then probably move on. They would presumably recollect me as that unhappy kid who died.
That was the milestone of arousing for me. I realised that as long as there is air in my lungs to breathe, nothing else really matters. For me, breathing is important, and so is life. We can never predict what would happen to us the next moment.
That was perhaps the last day I cried whole-heartedly. I make it a point to smile more often from that day.
I always believe in living for the moment from that day onwards. Making each day count.
And, one of my favourite phrases is “breathe”.
Whenever there is a conflict amongst people, I always keep on telling them, “breathe”.
So here goes my story😆 which was completely unnecessary at this point but I still thought I will write it out!!
So, this is precisely my reason for being ‘Gaumbi-like’ in real life!
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